System Shirou ca to the tiger's training ground, first running laps around the ground for ten minutes as a warm-up.
'Not bad, not bad, this system even does warm-ups.'
After warming up, Shirou began doing standard squats.
Twenty tis per set, felt barely passable.
Then he did twenty sets in one go.
His jacket had sohow been taken off, and sweat poured onto the ground.
Shirou's face was twisted in pain.
'Is this normal training? My muscles will dissolve, definitely!'
["Don't worry, in system-managed mode, you will only improve, your body won't be damaged."]
'So that's how it is.'
Shirou regained his spirit, thinking coldly with a composed expression, 're twenty sets of squats, a partner of justice never yields.'
'Wait, are there push-ups too?'
'Aren't we supposed to rest?'
Still twenty tis per set. By the fifth set, Shirou's expression looked possessed by a demon.
'A partner of justice never yields!'
Tenth set...
'Help! System! Quickly, quickly terminate hosting!'
Hosting continued, with no option to terminate at all.
Thus, Shirou gloriously fainted, and the next second, woke back up. Because the push-ups were still continuing.
'Why is this happening? Isn't being forced by life bad enough, now I'm being forced by the system too!'
After repeatedly fainting and reviving, the push-ups were done.
Before he could show a rescued expression, his body began doing lunges.
'Again?'
Shirou felt like he was going to collapse.
His sweat was even worse than being drenched by a rainstorm.
Unable to resist, only able to endure.
To shift attention, Shirou opened the status panel.
'Huh?'
'It's actually improving?'
[Strength: D → D＋]
'Visible to the naked eye?'
Shirou wasn't sure if he was seeing a hallucination before death.
But it truly gave him psychological comfort.
After fainting and waking up once more, intense pain covered his whole body.
The training was over, and now ca post-training stretching.
During stretching, the soreness in his muscles seed to ease a bit. Shirou's expression also changed from enduring to enjoying.
After twenty minutes of stretching, Shirou officially exited system hosting mode.
["Completed one "Strength" hosting session. Strength has increased. Endurance has slightly increased."]
"Not bad, not bad," Shirou nodded, clenched his fist, and felt like he could punch a bull to death.
'At this rate, transforming into a Super Saiyan is just around the corner.'
Of course, that's all an illusion. The plus sign next to Strength had already disappeared, only D remained.
This made Shirou seriously doubt whether he improved at all.
He should've prepared a reference item beforehand for comparison.
'Next ti, I'll rember.'
Glancing at the ti, it was seven o'clock.
Shirou was startled.
'Can I still make breakfast in ti?'
He needed to cook for three people, and leave for school by eight-thirty.
Fuyuki City is divided by the Mitarai River running across the city into eastern and western sections: The east side is Shinto, a comrcial area with modern developnt already surpassing Tokyo. There's a port to the north near the sea, and a church on a slope in the southeast.
The west side is Miyama Town, the old city built along the mountains, slopes are everywhere.
The Emiya household is located on the slope of Miyama Town. As in the original work, the school, Homurahara Academy, is just a slope away.
Chaldea Academy is near the port; from here, it takes at least an hour.
Which ans, absolutely no ti to cook.
"System, it's your ti to shine again."
["Activate skill: Cooking Hosting?"]
'So it exists.'
Shirou wanted to see what level the system's cooking was.
"Make a three-person al in twenty minutes."
["Ding! Hosting failed. Confird host's housekeeping has reached: EX. Cannot enter hosting mode."]
'So useless, what's the point of having it?'
Temporarily placing the system into cold storage, Shirou got up.
'Can't lie, wet clothes feel worse than getting rained on, so sticky. I need a shower.'
'No ti, absolutely no ti.'
Walking into the living room, Shirou showed surprise.
"Fuji-nee?"
The Emiya ho's kitchen and living room are connected, so to cook, you must go through the living room.
"Too slow, Shirou."
Fujimura Taiga kneeled on the tatami, tilting up her small face, neckline outlining graceful curves.
Under her flax-colored short hair, her face radiated heroic spirit and displeasure.
The dishes on the table were still steaming, clearly freshly made.
"You got up so early, and still made Miyu cook? Did you sneak off sowhere to slack off? Ugh~ so slly!"
Fujimura Taiga pinched her nose, "What did you do? You reek of sweat, face so pale, don't tell ..."
Fujimura Taiga seed to think of sothing. After so consideration, she spoke in a negotiating tone, "Shirou, for that kind of thing you need to show restraint. If you really can't, go get a girlfriend..."
"What are you thinking, Fuji-nee?"
Shirou scratched his head in frustration, "I was just bored and did so training."
"Eh? Really?"
Fujimura Taiga sized him up, "Isn't that just an excuse for being lazy?"
"I'll show you my eight-pack abs when I get them," Shirou said coolly.
'According to the system's devil training, eight-pack abs should be a breeze.'
"Ew~", Fujimura Taiga waved her hand in disgust.
"Onii-chan, you must be tired from training. Want to take a bath first? Miyu is waiting for you," A small girl with black hair and red eyes placed the prepared food on the table, kneeling with hands placed before her chest, her big watery eyes blinking at him.
Fair skin, cheeks with a bit of baby fat.
'No good, too cute!'
'How can my little sister be this cute?', The sister-con Shirou scread internally.
"Miyu," Fujimura Taiga stopped her, "spoiling this guy will just make him worse."
"Fuji-nee, aren't you the sa?"
Shirou rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue. He gently said to Miyu, "Yeah, Miyu. Big brother will go take a bath now."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Onii-chan," Miyu smiled radiantly.
Shirou felt this mont was just too blissful.
Even though he hadn't t Sakura, 'Long live Miyu!'
After a quick shower, Shirou changed into his classic ani outfit and sat to eat with Miyu and Taiga.
"How is it, Onii-chan?"
Facing Miyu's expectant gaze, Shirou gave a thumbs-up: "Very tasty."
Miyu let out a breath of relief, smiling happily, "Before, it was always Onii-chan cooking, and you wouldn't let Miyu into the kitchen. I was worried I wouldn't satisfy you."
"No way. As long as it's made by Miyu, big brother loves it."
"Onii-chan," Miyu was moved.
"Miyu," Shirou was gentle.
"Roar~"
A tiger's roar.
Fujimura Taiga inserted herself between the two, eyes blazing, "Can you listen to for a second?"
"Fuji-nee, what were you saying just now?", Shirou was confused.
Fujimura Taiga couldn't take it anymore and scolded, "That's enough! Since entering the living room, you've completely ignored . Shirou, I'm like half your mom, how can you treat like this?"
After saying that, she even pretended to wipe her tears, "Oh, Miyu, today's miso soup is so warm."
"Mm, because being with Onii-chan makes happy."
Fujimura Taiga: "..."
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